User blog comment:Holt 5/Convo Box 0.2/@comment-1884658-20101119025040

Here's a sample of my writing "on demand." Tell me what you think.

Snowpaw ran through the woods until she caught up with the two squirrels. Neither of them noticed her until her paw clamped down on the male's shoulder. He whipped around and glared at her. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" he demanded. Snowpaw didn't answer. She yanked the long evening glove off her left paw and held it up for both of them to see. She waited until the shock and surprise set in, then hissed,

"What do you think you were doing?"

Kale stared at her, then spat back, "The right thing. You got a problem with that?"

"I wouldn't if it actually was the right thing! Traitor just isn't a strong enough word!"

Bethany shifted nervously. "You don't understand, Snowpaw. It was our mother, she'd have killed her if we didn't."

The warrior's flint-like glare turned to the female squirrel as she accused, "So the sacrifice of someone else's mother is all right, but not yours?" She felt Sam's presence behind her and indicated him. "That was his mother! Now she's going to die because you two are cowards!"

Kale turned completely around and faced her mockingly. "We stand for what is ours, Snowy. The affairs of those outside our family are none of our concern. Your ancestors were the same as ours, and those were the standards they went by."

Snow advanced threateningly. He didn't budge an inch. Almost in his face, she spat, "Call me Snowy again and I'll gut you. Keeneblade was a name I was proud of. I won't stop being proud of it because of some twisted insult of yours! A wise old hedgehog once said, 'Don't judge your actions by those of your ancestors.' And by Martin, he was right!"

"I'll safely assume this comment was directed at you."

That was the last straw. Snowpaw drew her dirk and assumed an on guard position. "I'm not going to stand here and take that filthy talk from you!"

"Then stand somewhere else, and take it there!" snapped the older, larger, and burlier squirrel. "And if you call me a traitor, what does that make you, drawing your blade on one of your own race and more! The stories -" he paused and spat "- say you have dreams about Martin the Warrior. I think you're lying, just trying to make a name for yourself!"

Blood started to gorge in Snowpaw's eyes. Just before she threw herself wildly at the other (which would undoubtedly be his end), she felt Romeo and Mattimeo's paws on her shoulders.

"No, Snow!" shouted Romeo.

"We have more important things to do than fight with messes like them," added Matti. "Let them go, the're not worth it."

Kale and Bethany turned and marched away. Just as he was about to follow his sister up the bowl of a tree, Kale turned and cried, "There's one more thing you should know - that Darryle Treeflash, he's Fermald's son too!" He then turned and vanished into the trees as Snowpaw collapsed in a dead faint.